Chapter 113

"Do you really not want to see me that badly? You even used my phone to call Liam to hide your number from me?" Wren inquired. The more he spoke, the more his heart ached. He had raised Clara himself, and there was nothing more painful than being stabbed in the back by her. "Clara, you know how I operate. I can still find out even if you don't tell me. But I never imagined you wouldn't even want me to know your number. "Are you really trying to sever all ties with me?" His eyes were filled with hurt, his voice tinged with self-mockery. "And we agreed on three days. Today is just the first day. It was you who said that, not me." Clara deliberately ignored the sadness in his eyes, afraid that even a flicker of sympathy might stir inside her if she saw it. Even the slightest spark of pity could be deadly. After all, the love she had once felt for Wren had built up like a slow current until it became something uncontrollable. How could she make the same mistake again? The call had a